she holds the disk tightly, pressing her lips together as she searches for more inside. there should be a paper. there should be a number. they told her it would be there. they would be EXPECTING it. she could not fail ( not again ). she is almost tempted to take off the glove that covers her hand - to feel the inside with precision. instead, she turns on a flashlight, looking at the inside and feeling her stomach churn. it should be there. she scans the room, biting the inside of her cheek. YOU CAN NOT FAIL. there will be consequences.
she looks at charlotte, the sound of her voice making her head snap into her direction. she almost forgot she wasn’t alone – almost forgot that she had two partners on her back. but as she motions to the body, taking off his belt, anna feels something close to gratitude. she did not think to search for it on the PIG. she did not think to find it inside his disgusting, expensive suit, made from the hand of the workers that they EXPLORED, enslaved.
she takes the belt from the other’s hands, sliding her own inside of the man’s pockets and taking the piece of paper out, pressing her lips together as she sets it on the table next to the disk. she searches for a hook on the ceiling, something where she can leave his body hanging, like a slaughtered pig. somewhere she can give him the end he deserves. she tightens the belt around his throat, her slender fingers moving swiftly. it’s her own luck that the minister is not much bigger than her – she doubts that charlotte would be of much help, her eyes wandering around the room, hands shaking.
anna cracks her fingers before looking at the girl once again, whispering a quick спасибо, cheeks burning. she almost left a trace of herself. she almost failed. looking at her wristwatch, she clicks her tongue, eyes wandering for a moment before she takes her findings. “Дмитрий должно быть сделано сейчас – ты в порядке?” it slips from her lips, and she goes quietly as soon as it happens, swallowing past a lump in her throat before heading to the door.